The Longest Day

The day has to be long. How else can we experience the richness and diversity that solstice offers.
The song of the nightingale, the beautiful tones of the thrush and the song of the chaffinch over our heads. Just to name a few.

The first dew in the grass is short-lived. The sun makes the dew fly away in an almost invisible haze.

The fresh air. The scent of bog and the endless amounts of blueberry rice.
The berries, the fine sweetness that fills the mouth and paints the tongue blue and then the laughter over a sudden transformation.

The beloved cottongrass waves at us with its white tousled head and brings back memories of a wonderful Norway.

We look fascinated at the flying skill of the dragonfly. So close to the water without touching.
And then suddenly a meandering motion reveals a snake’s journey in the water.

The experiences are endless, and it is only when we run out of meals that we reluctantly go home.

Happy Midsummer ❤️